Tony walked into the kitchen, put his books out on the table, took out his paper and pencil. She wanted to tell him to be quiet so she could listen, so she could hear the whisper again, but she said nothing, continued to stare.

Margot

She opened the screen door, looked around, but there was nothing. No movement, no sound.

“What is it?” Tony asked, coming up behind her.

She let the screen door fall closed, continued to stare straight ahead, into the night, not wanting him to see her tears.

Margot

“The wind,” she said softly. “It’s just the wind.”